isotelic idiotropy (06)

fire rushes to my blood
burning my veins, blowing my senses
into constellations

isotelic idiotropy (05)

twain spiders entwined–
nacreous limbs in the cold,
in longing and pang, they fit

isotelic idiotropy (04)

fences bow in arches,
bridging the eyes
to the dance of the stars

isotelic idiotropy (03)

the cold wind blows
fire on shivering
leaves of wishful thinking

isotelic idiotropy (02)

lines bend to meet --
a curve, a cross
and the possibility of the infinite

isotelic idiotropy (01)

ang buhay ay isang walang hanggang kuwit,
at elipse...
ang ating mga panaginip.

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life is a perpetual comma,

and ellipsis...

are our dreams.